Sunday 12th
July 201
I am finding it harder to climb out of bed in
the mornings, it could be because it’s cold outside or our doona and Moose’s
big t shirt quilt with flannel backing is way too cosy or it could be because I
don’t like getting up early. Lying here watching Moose make me a cup of coffee, I've decided the speakers in the ceiling have to go. He has the Tour de France
on and the commentary is driving me insane, it’s bad enough the squeaky
overexcited voices coming from tv speakers but when it’s booming overhead,
first thing in the morning or actually at any time of the day it could be
grounds for murder!
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| The Old hills hoists filled up quickly |
I decided
to do my washing today as it is windy yet sunny day outside. Unbeknown to me
everyone else in the park decided it was a good day for washing too. Walking
across to the laundry, I whipped the door open, well I balanced my full bag of
washing against one hip while hooking a finger around the handle of the fly
screen door with the hand which was also holding the washing powder, as well as
coins needed for the machine and kinda flicked the latch so I could squeeze
into the laundry. Each machine had it’s lid down signalling they were already
in use while 3 ladies hoovered like patient hawks awaiting their prey, for
their machines to finish their cycles. Just as the door banged behind me one of
the machines came to a noisy stop and was pounced on as soon as it did. Its
contents emptied into the empty basket nearby. I wandered over and refilled it with
half of mine – dam I needed 2 machines. It’s the quick or the dead around this
here laundry room and I was too slow in my filling procedure to grab the next
one to come empty before some over zealot washer lady beat me to it. So I
figured I’d go check out the mini machine in the van. I hadn’t used it, as
washing 2 towels isn’t really helpful but desperate time’s calls for desperate
measures. Once I figured out the logistics of taps etc. I headed back to the
laundry to pick up my bag of washing passing two ladies having a heated
discussion just outside the door. I was in luck, another machine had come free
and the rush seemed to be over as no one was there to claim it or rather they
were too busy discussing an “incident” outside.
Caravan
Laundries can be a dangerous place for those unaware of the politics involved.
Okay here’s how it went down. This morning when I first entered the
laundry with my pile of washing, an older lady – let’s call her Ethel suggested
to a not so old lady that as one machine had stopped (the one I had my eye on
for my second load) and the owner of said machine was not there to remove her
clothing, it was okay for her to do it. Which as I understand it is usual etiquette
in this type of situation. So the lady emptied the machine into the missing
person’s basket and loaded her clothes into the washing machine. During the 5
mins I went back to the van, said missing person returned, yelled at the lady
for doing this and stormed out of the laundry. Ethel took it in her stride and
continued to wait for her drier to finish. She is obviously a kind and helpful
lady so once that load had dried and another load was in a machine she offered
to watch someone else’s clothes in the drier as “there wasn’t any need for
everyone to sit around in there”. It was at this point I walked past her and an
equally elderly lady who was in the process of telling off , with wagging
finger to make a stronger stand, for even thinking of taking responsibility for
someone else clothing after that last carry on!
I made
sure I was back in time for my machines reaching the end of their cycles and I
didn’t dare risk the driers, I went the old fashioned route with pegging the
clothes onto the well-used hills hoist which due to the increasing wind power,
had turned into a spinning windmill – thankfully I’m too short for it to knock
me out.
On return
to the van I find Moose chilling in his chair checking the direction and power
of the wind – planning his afternoon paddle. Bonnie, of course is chilling
beside him. As I ask him if he comfortable and he starts to tell me he is; with
a smug look on his face the sun seems to disappear as the shade of a reversing
caravan parks in the site directly in front of him. Yes I did laugh.
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| The view from Mocean Cafe Restaurant Balcony |
The wind
has a nip in it but we decide to head to the local café and sit on the balcony
anyway. Turned out to be a good decision as it was out of the wind and no one
else was sitting out there. As we waited for our order a girl of about 5 and
her brother who was 4 (I know this because he told us it was his and his mum’s
birthday, he was four and his mum was 41) came out to see Bonnie. They chatted
with us while petting Bon, then mum comes out to check if we were okay with
them annoying us. We said we were fine so out comes two more kids. They were so
excited when we let them “walk” her on her lead around the balcony of the café
though this caused arguments as they all wanted the lead so we suggested they
take turns which they did. Their parents constantly checked on them but in all
honesty it was a win win situation, Bonnie amused the kids and kids amused
Bonnie so we all got our lunch in peace.
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| Map of Cape Bauer Loop drive |
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| Start of Cape Bauer Loop drive |
After
lunch we headed down the dirt road on the Cape Bauer loop drive. The road
travelled past farmland and had me wondering how we would end up at a Cape as
we seemed to be heading inland.
First stop was Hally’s Beach, were the surf
brought tears to Moose’s eyes, memories of freezing cold surf carnivals with
huge smashing waves, or days of surfing with his mate Vibes – this brought
tears to my eyes as this usually involved our one day out on a weekend together
and he and Vibes would be at the bottom of a cliff surfing while I sat and
taught myself to knit or embroider in the car parked at the top. It was usually
raining and freezing cold to boot. Bonnie is enjoying the wind flapping her
ears and the smells of the beach. A hang glider came within touching distance
as we gazed out to sea.
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| Hang glider enjoying the wind drafts |
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| Bonnie stopped running when she heard the whistling rocks and seen the huge spray from the blow holes |
The sign
on our next stop said “Whistling rocks and blow holes”. Well I don’t know about
whistling as much as whooshing and the well laid out walking platform covered
in water indicated the blow holes were working just fine. It really was fantastic
to watch the big seas smashing against the cliffs then swirling around and
bursting out of the blow holes.
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| The spray from the surf coming through the blow hole |
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| I let Moose go up close first to check it was safe! |
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| Bonnie waits patiently for us to catch up |
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| So much for a dog to do |
Bonnie
thought the walkway was easy climbing and constantly ran ahead, turning around
looking at us as if we were too slow to be out with.
Continuing
around the loop, we reached Cape Bauer, it’s a very pretty but I’m really not sure why the council would
encourage a visit to the cliffs then as you walk from the car to the suggested
look out area they place this "Danger" sign!
Moose stands
looking out to sea, watching the surf breaking on a reef and declared it a
Paddlers delight. If he could find a way
down to the beach, he’d have had that ski off as fast as I’d hit a coffee shop.
As soon as we get back in the car Bonnie falls into a deep sleep snoring
loudly.
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| Streaky Bay township across the bay |
Driving
on the return loop home around the bay we can see rain along with a rainbow on
the horizon. I hope they by passed my
washing on the line.
On returning to the park the clothes were doing there
crazy Mexican wave dance which thankfully caused them to be completely dry.
Moose helped me get them off the line without either of us being smacked on the
head from spinning ends of the hills hoist.
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| The little speck is Moose paddling out to sea |
While I enjoyed some time doing an
art journal page, Moose hit the water for a much dreamed of paddle. Mind you he had to walk a
kilometre before it was deep enough to get on the ski.
Paddling
Moose & Laundry Political correct Moz signing off x
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